Faberry interaction...oh yeah...
I wrote this, I don't own the gleecast or the basic idea, I do own the craziness, yep...that's mine.
Enjoy!
Quinn paced the sidewalk outside of Divas, LLC with Brittany leaning against a car watching her closely. They had been out there for about half and hour and if Quinn's mind had been in the right place she might have realized the slight burning in her legs. She was supposed to be taking Brittany's advice and going to talk to Rachel. She'd agonized over calling first, but she figured that if she had Rachel would have avoided her. She knew that by showing up unannounced she was being very presumptuous, but how else was she supposed to talk to Rachel?
"Are we going inside, Q? It's hot and I think the sidewalk hurts from you stomping around on it."
"I dunno B, maybe I should just leave well enough alone." Quinn halted her movements and shifted nervously from one foot to the other.
"What does that even mean?" The taller blonde huffed looping her arm with the former HBIC and dragging her towards the mirrored glass doors.
"Thank God," They were greeted by Mercedes as they entered exquisitely decorated lobby, "I was wondering how long you were going to wear a track in our sidewalk."
Quinn arched an eyebrow and then looked back at the doors only to find herself looking through the doors and outside where she had previously been pacing. She slapped a hand over her face to hide the red creeping up her face. "Two-way glass, I must have looked like an idiot."
"Pretty much." Mercedes replied chuckling. "What are you doing here?"
"Um…uh…" Quinn stammered unlike herself.
"Let me guess it has to do with a pint-sized diva with a big voice? Well, let me tell you something little miss disappearing act, if that's your plan again, then you need to just strut back to your café, because I'll be damned if I'm gonna allow that to happen." The African-American woman rolled her head as she spoke.
"I don't have a plan, Cedes, I just…I need to see Rachel…I guess I didn't realize how much I missed her until I saw her again…" Quinn replied semi-surprised by the abrupt change in attitude.
"Unacceptable. She don't need another trip down love 'em and leave 'em lane with you Quinn Fabray." She crossed her arms and glared.
"Hey, give her a break, she made a mistake…she was stupid and young, right Q? Brittany stepped slightly in front of Quinn and Quinn nodded her head numbly.
"How can you ever take her side, Brittany, you were around you saw how badly Rachel took their break-up…"
"I'm not taking sides, I'm new trail…"
"New trail?"
"Yeah, like a beige skirt. I saw how bad it was for Rae, but I also so how rough it was for Q…"
"You may be neutral, but I'm not and if you dare hurt her I'mma kick your skinny little lily white ass, Quinn." Mercedes harrumphed and stormed off with an air of finality.
"Well, that went well…" Brittany smiled back at Quinn brightly.
"Really?"
"Well, yeah, she didn't hit you." Brittany smiled and then turned to the receptionist who'd been watching their interaction with rapt attention. "Is Rachel Berry available?"
"She's in a meeting with a client, she's free directly after, would you like me to buzz in and let her know that she's got visitors?" The petite Asian girl asked after clicking a few times on her mouse.
"No, we'll just wait, if that's ok, we sorta wanna surprise her." Brittany smiled again and drug Quinn over to the red cushioned chairs lined against the wall opposite the receptionist booth.
"I think we should go back to the café…I'll make us some sandwiches and we'll forget about this…" Quinn said her leg jiggling with nerves.
"No. Aren't you tired of running from this?" Brittany replied resolutely.
"I really don't like when your right, have I told you that lately?"
"Yes. It's okay, Sanny hates when I'm right too, cuz it means she's wrong, but you should do like her and listen because I'm right a lot."
"Being with Santana has done horrible things for your ego, I swear…" Quinn shook her head and could help the grimace when Brittany started humming Beyonce's Ego.
"Rach, give me a break, I was just messing with her, Mercedes just takes things too seriously. She needs to have more fun in her life." They both looked up to see a toffee-colored woman step from the elevator, her boot clad feet clicking against the tile floor. She had short messy hair and piercings lined around the lobe of her ear.
"Someone has to be serious here, Rin, you're definitely not."
"You wouldn't like me if I was a stick in the mud." The woman smiled showing off a set of perfect teeth.
"Perhaps." Rachel finally came into view smiling brightly at the woman.
"Oh, perhaps nothing, you just haven't awakened to the fact that your madly in love with me, so is Mercedes for all that, shit I think I turned Kurtsie straight as well."
"That would be a feat wouldn't it? I do believe his boyfriend would beg to differ on the power of your sexual prowess." Rachel giggled nudging the woman in the side and Brittany glance sidelong at Quinn trying to gage the unreadable look on her friend's face.
"Mmmm…speaking of sexual prowess, are you going to let me take you out tonight?" They watched the woman's green eyes rove appreciatively over Rachel's body and Brittany would have sworn she heard Quinn growl. "And don't give me the lecture on people's presumptions that I only got signed because I'm sleeping with the boss. Once I blow on these pipes all that hoopla is gonna die and you know it."
"That's exactly why I'm not going out with you, you're an insatiable flirt you don't even really care if I say no anymore you get a kick out of the variety of ways you can ask. Besides, I respect your talent entirely too much to allow your career to be begun with such nasty rumors." They walked pass the pair of blondes a few feet away, but nevertheless unaware that their exchange was being so closely watched.
"Why Rachel Berry, you wound me. Don't you see how absolutely adoring I am of you?" The woman grabbed Rachel's hand and played with her fingers.
"You adore me because I keep Mercedes at bay."
"You do have an uncanny knack for taming that beast." The woman smirked.
"That beast believes in your talent, Rinoa." Rachel chastised.
"What's not to believe in?" Green eyes sparkled. "Alright, alright…I'll be on my bestest behavior, maybe if I'm good for Mercedes, I'll get to be bad with you."
"Incorrigible." Rachel shook her head at the musician's antics, but allowed the taller woman to drop and kiss on her cheek before waving her out of the building.
Rachel turned back towards the interior, still not aware of the blondes watching her from the alcove. She stopped at the receptionist desk and gathered some letters from her box. She spoke to the girl behind the desk quietly and they watched as a thin finger pointed in their direction. Rachel turned to face them with a look that was first a mixture of shock and sadness then her features went completely blank. She straightened her shoulders and strolled towards them.
"Brittany, Quinn." She greeted them coolly.
"Hey Rachie!" Brittany ignored the smaller woman's cool demeanor and jumped up hugging the petite woman tightly.
"Janis said you came to see me?" She replied slipping from the taller woman's arms and standing a little away from the pair.
"Of course we did, didn't we Q?" Two pairs of eyes riveted to the silent blonde who hadn't taken her eyes off her ex.
"Yuh-yeah."
"Well, you've seen me, I-uh..I have work I've gotta get to." Rachel replied nervously tearing her eyes from Quinn's hazel one.
"Don't be silly, Rae, of course we wanted to do more than see you, it's just a figure of speech," Brittany sighed, "and Janis said you're free now so we can all go to lunch."
"I'm not especially hungry." Rachel's face turned bright red as her stomach growled.
"Well, if you're not your stomach sure is." Brittany quipped. "You should just give up Rae, I'm not backing down."
Rachel looked at Brittany's crossed arms then fleetingly at Quinn and then back to Brittany. She couldn't say no to Brittany, no matter how much at the moment she really wanted to; that was probably why Quinn had brought her. Brittany was even the biggest Grinch's kryptonite so there was no way that Rachel could stand up against her puppy dog eyes and pouting lip.
"Ugh, fine," Rachel crossed her arms stubbornly and walked back to the receptionist desk, "Janis if anyone calls tell them I went to lunch."
"Will do, bosslady." Janis saluted playfully and Rachel turned to the pair waiting for them to rise and join her.
"I don't think Rachel speaks Mime like I do, "Brittany whispered as Quinn rose, "so you better get to talking."
They followed the brunette out to the street and Brittany maneuvered it so Rachel ended up sandwiched between the two blondes. She stuffed her hands inside the pockets of her slacks and watched as her two friends stole furtive glances at each other. They walked the block in silence, Brittany humming to herself hoping that one or the other would speak up. When they got to the first crosswalk she realized that neither was going to and that she was going to have to push them into conversing.
"So…where are we going?"
"Um...Fig. They have a really excellent buffet style lunch with great vegetarian and vegan options, have you been?" Quinn answered looking intensely at the side of Rachel's head.
"No. Thank you for considering my dietary constraints, Quinn." Rachel replied in a businesslike manner which made both blondes frown.
"Yeah…" Quinn hung her head and Brittany could imagine her running through ways to restart the conversation.
"I've gotta go to the restroom…" Brittany squirmed around pretending that she had to pee really badly "…I'm just going to jog ahead and get us a good table and uh…uh…go to the little girls room." She jogged off before either woman could complain.
"Shit…" Quinn mumbled to herself as they watched the dancer disappear around the corner of the next block leaving her in strained silence with her ex-girlfriend.
"What are you going to do now that your shield has run off?" Rachel spoke harshly as they waited for the crosswalk to blink 'walk'.
"Rach, I don't know what to say…sorry seems inadequate…"
"It does, doesn't it? It didn't seem inadequate fourteen years ago. That was all you told Judy to tell me, right. Sorry? Must be your favorite word."
"I was a coward...I didn't think things through and I thought we were going to break-up anyways…" Quinn tried to explain.
"Really? We were breaking up? I didn't know; another thing you forgot to tell me? Where did you go, Quinn? If you didn't want to be with me why couldn't you have just said so?"
"I did want to be with you…"
"Funny way of showing it." Rachel answer sarcastically as the signal blinked and they crossed in the lead of a group of pedestrians.
"I didn't think there was a choice. I didn't get the scholarship I needed to go to NYU. I applied to a culinary school in Chicago…full ride, Rachel. It was my dream and it was coming true. What was I suppose to say, either your dream or my dream? What would you have done with that ultimatum?"
"And why couldn't we have had both our dreams, Quinn? What about the dream of us? When did you give up on that?"
"I didn't…" She replied lamely.
"Yes you did. You didn't even give me a choice." Rachel sniffled, angrily wiping unshed tears from her eyes.
"I thought it was the right thing to do."
Rachel stopped walking abruptly and turned flashing brown eyes on Quinn who took an unconscious step back and into the building behind her. "You thought it was the right thing to do? It was right to sneak out of town and have your mother basically break-up with me? It was right to force Brittany and even Santana to be in the middle of us and for the rest of our friends to choose a side? That was right?"
"And is it right now? Is it right for you to come waltzing back into my life and pretend that you did any of this for my benefit?" Rachel screeched, stomping a foot as she turned to walk away from Quinn.
Quinn's hand shot out and lightly gripped the other woman's forearm pulling the angry diva flush against her.
"I'm not saying it's right, but maybe it's destiny…" She whispered capturing her ex's lips in a searing kiss.
FaBerry Kiss? OMG! Is it really going to be that easy?
And I personally like Rinoa, you don't have to, but I do. I think a lot of stories have Quinn being the semi-attached one being like chased by another woman and Rachel either being married or something settled or she's single without prospects and I like the idea that some beautiful woman wants her, even if she hasn't had her. *shrug*
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